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Ah, well, yes, thank you.

Don't!

We can't avoid each other,

so we should probably make an effort.

Don't come back.

I suppose we should.

Well.

One tiny little push.

Go ahead.

Ah, Dr. Calgary.

I apologise for not coming to find you myself,

but I'm not as good at the stairs as I once was.

We weren't introduced earlier.

I'm Flight Lieutenant Durrant, but please, call me Philip.

Arthur.

Arthur, I'd like to buy you dinner.

I thought that at least one person in the family

should be hospitable.

What d'you say?

Thank you.

Thank you, Sir.

It's funny, isn't it,

how some murders fly right under the radar,

no one really cares,

and others make a lot of noise?

Although, let's face it,

perfect mother beaten to death by her adopted son

is a newspaperman's dream.

Really makes you sit up over your toast and marmalade,

heh, especially when the perfect mother is an heiress.

Jack was adopted?

Yes, God yes, they all are.

Even the maid is from some dismal foundling home.

Yes, they couldn't have children of their own,

so they filled the house with little unwanteds.

Landed with their bums in the butter

with all that Argyll money,

not that I see any of it.

They keep me on very short commons.

I mean, every man gets himself into a bit of debt.

You'd think they'd be only too happy to help a chap out.

Flying ace, decorated,

I'm a bloody hero.

Whole world tilted on my wing,

I was,

I was a God.

Now, now I piss in a bottle.

Cheers.

I tip them extra, don't I?

Yes, I'd only got outta hospital

the night before Rachel's sad demise.

Ah, broke the car off on the way back from the races.

Broke my back.

I'm sorry.

So am I.

Wonderful spread, Kirsten.

Thank you, Chief Constable.

You always feed us so well.

Uh.

Things are bound to change under the new Mrs. Argyll.

If it gets difficult, you just let me know.

I have Leo's ear.

"Difficult"?

I wouldn't like to see you get sidelined

when you were so devoted to Rachel.

So, what were you doing in the Arctic, then?

I'm not able to discuss my work.

You're a military man. You'll understand.

Official secrets? Hmm?

Yes, I think it was, yes.

Well, you're right to keep quiet.

You never know who's listening these days,

and all after the same thing, pff!

Jack's brother came to see me.

Mickey. And what did he want, eh?

He suggested that I leave and not come back.

How typically charming of him. And?

Are you going to go away, never come back?

I don't see what else I can do. Jack's dead.

I can't do any good here.

There's an awful lot of good that you can do here.

What do you mean?

You're going to stick around, Arthur.

Tell your version of events,

and let the rumour mill do the rest.

Place like this, suspicions run riot.

Whole bloody family are suspects.

Which one of them's got blood on their hands?

So deliciously squalid.

You're leaving, Jack.

God Almighty, Mother.

Jack killed Rachel.

He was a nasty little bastard.

- Aye. - I know.

A demon seed.

But he, he didn't.

Yes, he did. Of course he did.

His fingerprints were all over the murder weapon,

the whiskey decanter,

which weighed a bloody tonne, I can assure you.

No, no, no, he got what was coming to him,

but people starting to think that it might not've been him

works very well for us.

What do you mean?

Well, if a newspaper picks it up, lawyers get interested.

I feed you all the information that I have,

and together, we stir the pot,

and if Leo Argyll wants you gone,

and he bloody well will,

he'll have to pay and pay big,

fifty-fifty split.

That's, that's extortion.

I, uh, uh, I won't do that.

Uh, I can't believe you'd suggest such a thing.

Your own family when they're grieving!

If I tell a newspaper or a lawyer anything,

it'll be about you.

-Sit. I said, "Sit down." -Let go of me.

If you're a scientist doing secret research in the Arctic,

then I'm a baboon's ball sack.

That's where I've been.

The sun doesn't set far north in the midsummer.

You'd have a bit of colour in your face,

but you, you look like a maggot,

like you've been living under a rotten log,

and to me that says one thing.

You've been in prison.

Yes, I'm right, aren't I? Is that where you met Jack?

I gave him a lift.

My arse. You're a conman.

You've been inside,

and one word from me will have you sent straight back.

Aw, Christ, you look terrified.

What are you so scared of, Arthur?

Whoa, help! He's attacking me, the war hero in a wheelchair.

He's attacking me.

Dear friends, I would like to say thank you to Gwenda

for agreeing to be my wife.

No.

Which I think is happening quite soon.

Stop.

And I would like to say thank you to my children,

all grown up now,

for giving us their blessing.

Smile.

Thank you for being here.

You have been steadfast

during the most appalling ordeal any family could endure,

and you have the gratitude

of myself and my children forever.

Can I get a lift?

Well?

The toast I would like to make

is to Rachel:

wife, mother, a force of nature,

a crusader for good.

Let me go.

Uh. Don't.

Argh!

Do you have the time?

I'm supposed to be there by nine.

Yeah, well, it's nearly that now, so you're late.

Argh! Argh!

Argh! Argh!

Argh! Argh!

Argh!

Argh! Argh!

Argh! Oh!

-Argh! -Stop! Stop!

Argh! Argh!

There, there, there.

There, shh, shh.

Argh, argh.

There.

Argh!

Argh! Argh!

Argh! No!

Rachel.

-Rachel. -To Rachel.

He didn't do it. He's innocent.

No, no, no! Argh!

I'm damned. I'm damned.

Hyah!

You can't be here. You really can't.

I need to speak to your father.

I'll wait until he is awake.

If this is fun for you, it's not for us.

We've been through hell. You don't know what that's like.

I know what Hell is like.

Chrissake.

I need to make your father listen to me.

Shut up, and get in the car.

Why won't you let me help?

Back in the house.

Argh!

So, did any of the men try to flirt with you?

No, of course not.

They must be blind.

Your father enjoyed himself,

despite that odd little chap turning up yesterday?

He seemed to.

Well, that's what matters, isn't it?

You know, I'm gonna do all I can

to make your father's wedding day memorable.

You're in a good mood.

I am, aren't I?

Excuse me.

I know I'm too late for your brother,

but I can still help.

I can clear his name.

Leave my family alone.

Leave my brother alone. Next one.

It's as if you want him to be guilty.

Don't tell me what I want.

Uh, that hurt.

It's meant to.

Why don't you believe me?

I'm telling the truth.

Jack was innocent.

Why come straight to us, not the police?

- I came to- -Shut up.

It's 'cause you're not telling the truth.

Not one bit of it, who you are, where you've been, is true.

-Urgh. -You're fake.

I'm-

I don't enjoy doing this, 'kay?

It's not fun for me, but I will keep doing it.

Be told.

Argh!

That man came back, Dr. Calgary.

He was outside the house, waiting.

Mickey said not to tell anyone.

Then why are you telling me?

Um, Daddy, I suppose.

Why do you think he came back?

That's what vultures do.

They keep coming back to peck at the bones

until there's nothing left.

I think such terrible things sometimes, Tina,

what I'd like to do to people,

smash their faces until they're just blood and teeth,

but anyone can snap, can't they?

-Really do. The smashing? -Hester, stop.

-Really? Do it. -You have to stop.

I could've killed her that night for what she did.

# I'm dreaming

-# Of a white Christmas -I want Daddy.

# Just like the ones

I wanted to kill her. I wanted her dead.

You have to stop this.

You have to because I k-,

just can't.

Hester, run along, and get dressed.

It is done. He left early.

That's a relief, thank you.

Yes, that Calgary chap said

that you'd paid him a visit, told him to leave.

You didn't tell me that. You actually spoke to him?

Well, it's not as if I can walk away, darling, is it?

But it did rather sound as if you'd threatened him, Michael.

Well, I didn't.

Well, I just hope nobody overheard him.

He's an excitable fellow,

so desperate to be believed, to tell his story as he...

Well, d'you know, the waiters had to pull him off me.

-What? -He sounds rather volatile.

I think it's a very good thing

that Mickey did go and see him.

You wouldn't want anything disturbing the wedding.

No, we wouldn't.

Muddying the waters, raking up the dirt.

You really are a first-rate son.

He is. Now, let's have breakfast.

I just can't help thinking

that, at the very least,

you should tell the police about this chap, Leo.

I think they'll be very interested.

Appearing after all this time, not to mention the papers.

I mean, we all wanna be beyond reproach, don't we?

In this tragic, tragic matter,

and warning Dr. Calgary off

does not appear to be beyond reproach.

Quite the opposite, don't ya think?

D'you know what I think?

I think it's a fucking shame

you got out that car crash alive.

Don't you say that to him. Don't you dare!

Something on your mind, Mickey? Hmm?

Where were you on the night of Rachel's murder?

At work.

Who works Christmas Eve night?

You and St. Nick.

It's where he lived. Course he was there.

Oh, she's piped up, the faithful retainer.

It's always the servants who know more than they're saying.

Philip, be very careful.

How are you getting along with the old reading and writing

now there's no one there to help you?

All right as long as it's short words and big letters?

Well, at least I can get it up.

No wonder Mary's going out of her head,

stuck with you sponging off her

and not even a decent shafting for her trouble.

I hate you.

-Michael. -I hate you! I hate you!

I'm trying to eat my grapefruit, actually.

Actually just trying to eat my grapefruit in peace.

Eat your bloody grapefruit. I'm not stopping you.

Enough.

You insufferable little prick,

I used to have men like you thrashed.

"Used to."

Not thrashing anything anymore, are ya?

Can I just say

that this subject matter and this language

is not fit for the breakfast table

or any other table, for that matter.

Oh, don't be coy, Gwenda.

We all know you were riding Leo like a seaside donkey

while Rachel was still alive,

probably on this sodding table.

I know this is about money.

I'm not increasing Mary's allowance,

so this cruel game you're playing needs to stop now.

Well.

Where were you?

When?

You know when.

As I told the police, I was at home,

listening to records and wrapping presents.

I went to bed early.

Ah yes, home,

home, that little bedsit of yours in town.

Why did you give that up?

Why did you come back?

Hmm?

I wanted to be close to my family, obviously.

And what happened to you and Mickey?

You used to be as thick as thieves, you two and Jack,

the three musketeers.

Now you can barely look at each other.

I wonder why.

Our mother was murdered,

and Jack died in an act of unspeakable savagery.

It has an effect.

Hmm,

you're like a little cat, silent and secretive.

Here, pussy, pussy, pussy.

Mmm, keep going. I like it.

Argh.

Something gnawing away at you, Christina?

Why don't you just unburden your soul?

Confess. Confess.

# Peace on Earth, and mercy mild #

# God

# Rise

# Join the triumph of the skies #

Can I get left?

-# With angelic host proclaim -Yes.

No. No, let me off.

Let me off.

Let me off.

Let me off!

Let me off.

Let me off.

No.

No.

I know.

Ah, here she is.

Morning, Miss Argyll.

Why ya so rude?

Aye.

Ya never say hello back.

Jack saw us.

You're our favourite.

We just want to be friends.

Fuck off!

Fuck off, and leave me alone!

Come on, let's get.

Ee!

Ha!

Hmm.

Hmph.

Don't know why they've bothered with her.

Aye, standing there in her.

That'll teach her.

I'm gonna have to tell Margaret.

She.

What on earth possessed you, Christina?

My daughter screaming profanities in public

and hurling her shoes at children,

completely unprovoked.

They're not children.

It wasn't unprovoked.

It's every day, every day.

You are an Argyll before anything,

first and foremost, an Argyll.

Your mother taught you to behave with dignity and restraint.

She taught you standards,

so remember them.

Telling off: over.

I need my best girl to be at her best.

I'm quite nervous about this wedding day tomorrow, you know.

Run wild.

Make all the noise you want.

Cool!

Whaa!

-Ha ha ha. -Ha ha.

-Come on. -Come on, Mary.

Come on, Mary.

-Ha! -Argh!

Ha ha. Hee, heh heh.

-Yeah! -Argh!

Ha ha.

Ha ha.

Jack, wait for us!

-Argh! -Ooh, ah! Ha!

Mickey.

Yeah.

What?

-Wait. -Wee!

Ha! Hey.

Make room for each other.

Now hold hands really tight.

Ready? One, two, three.

-Argh! -Argh!

Yell, Mary. Scream.

-Argh! -Argh!

Ha ha ha ha.

Sunny point.

You want me to go to the police?

I beg your pardon. Who is this?

It's Calgary.

I'm going to the police.

I've telephoned them and told them I'm coming in

to make a statement.

Then you'll believe I'm telling the truth.

Jack was innocent, and your wife's killer is still free.

So what? Let him.

Let the police deal with him.

Yes?

I've got some errands to run before tomorrow.

I won't be long.

Argh!

Argh!

Argh!

Argh!

Chief Constable Gould.

Bellamy.

I'm going to take charge of this, Leo.

Nothing left to chance.

Perfect match.

Dr. Calgary, the station rang me at home.

Are you certain about this?

I'm certain.

Whoever was investigating accused the wrong man.

Jack Argyll is dead because of their mistake.

I'll go ahead, set everything up for you.

Could've given me a lift.

Urgh.

No, it's all right. No.

There's no water.

I'll get some.

Um, I wanted to say that

there is no disappointment

about, uh, certain consequences of your accident.

That side of things isn't important to me,

and I love you very much.

Uh.

Your breath smells.

It's all those pills you take.

They, they dry you out. You dried up.

Why are you so cruel to me?

It's like kicking a whipped dog.

It's easy, and the dog expects it. It's what you are, Mary.

You're a whipped dog licking the hand that beats you.

I'll get your water.

You have to be nicer to Mary.

Get on better with Daddy.

That's what it's always about, isn't it?

Keeping Daddy happy.

Just...

Please, Philip.

All right, for you.

Good.

Uh.

Uh.

Well, there've got to be some perks

to being in this bloody family.

You keep coming back, Dr. Calgary.

I have to do the right thing.

And I am telling the truth, but I have been lying.

On the 24th of December 1954,

I was admitted to a psychiatric institution against my will.

I got out.

I stole a coat, and I stole a car and absconded.

I met your brother on the road.

I, I drove him to the town. And then I was caught.

Of course I was caught.

I, I don't know why I thought I could get away.

I wasn't myself. I was quite distressed.

And that's where I've been for a year and a half,

not in a research station, not working.

I've been in an asylum.

I was released yesterday.

What were you wearing when you met Jack?

Hospital-issue pyjamas.

The-, uh, they had stripes.

Miss Argyll, I have to speak to your father urgently.

It's so important.

You all thought he was a conman.

I kept saying it, didn't I?

What if Jack was telling the truth?

What if there really was an alibi?

Well, here he is.

So what now?

Uh.

Argh, argh, argh, argh.

Well, why would someone want to run you over?

I don't know.

W-what did he look like?

I don't know. I didn't see his face, not completely.

I, uh, I mean, I did, but that was when he was dead.

Dr. Calgary, Arthur,

this all sounds rather fantastical.

He, he had, um, a, a signet ring on his little finger.

The crest was in the shape of a crown.

You know him?

I think so.

Uh, Bellamy Gould, our friend.

Well, I have to tell someone, uh, his wife.

Uh, Mr. Argyll,

-think for a moment. -We can't just leave him

lying there.

That's barbaric.

I told the police I was coming in to make a statement,

and the next thing, your friend is driving his car at me.

I was being shut up, got rid of.

You can't trust the police.

They're, they're, they're covering for someone.

We've lived here for 25 years.

You're talking about people

who came to Rachel's funeral and wept.

I don't want my family to know about this, not yet.

Michael is...

He has a short fuse. He'd want to retaliate.

I don't want another child in prison.

Poole will know what to do with all this, my solicitor.

I trust him,

and as for Bellamy, who I thought was my friend,

he arrested Jack.

He charged Jack.

He said Jack had done it.

Step over me, Mrs. Gould.

Do you really not know what you've done,

the bomb you've just dropped?

You won't break me, Jack.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Huh.

Pwh.

This is a new experience, isn't it?

You being afraid.

Argh!

They're all in on it.

If Jack didn't kill Mother, then who did?

Of course it's you.